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Chuuya hated it. He hated the touch, oh, so rough touch. He hated entering that office. He hated the way he was talking to him. He hated what he was saying to him. He hated everything about it.
"I'm doing this for your own good." cold hands slid down his pants and boxers "You know you deserve this, right?" he could faintly hear what he was being told, or the other noises because of the blood loudly flowing- even ringing in his ears. "I have warned you but you still disobeyed, as if ignoring my warning." the voice sickly bittersweet dripping with honey and venom. "You have to stop eating so much. You're very fat and I won't accept it." right now he could only feel how much pain the violent thrusting was causing. "Get out." a kick to his stomach, as his body lay on the floor all wet and shaky. the boy quickly dresses up, ignoring the pain pulsing through his entire body, limping out of the room to his dorm.